Page 10 of Ranch Life At Heart
She shoots me a wink and chuckles.
Her voice and face become serious when she states, “Either one of us will be there whenever you need us.”
I move toward her for a hug. “I know. You guys are the best.”
“You too, honey,” she murmurs. “You too.”
CHAPTER SIX
– CEDAR –
“Thank you for coming back for a second time to walk me through it all again. I’m not a numbers man, but these things are important.” I offer my hand to Jason and he shakes it.
“Anytime,” he murmurs. “So, you’re going to take over?”
I shrug. “Not much to take over. The people working here will keep their job. Overseeing is the correct term instead of taking over.”
Jason nods and a sly smile slides across his face right before he says, “If you want to get your hands dirty, I know Rosy is looking for a ranch hand.”
My interest is instantly spiked. “She is?”
He frowns and looks worried. “Rosy’s been having a hard time. They needed a ranch hand when her father was still alive. With him gone she’s taken over his horse riding lessons and doing all the chores herself. The woman is burning the candle at both ends and she won’t be able to keep this up.”
I bob my head and smack his shoulder. “Thanks for letting me know.”
I can tell he wants to say something else, but instead he lifts his chin and heads for his car. The woman has been on my mind ever since I laid eyes on her that night at the bar. Hell, if I’m being honest with myself? She’s been the root of my fantasy for creating the perfect woman inside my head.
As a teenager I did have dreams, dirty ones like everyone else at that age. Not being able to put everything in perspectivequite yet. I did tease her quite a bit to get her attention any way I could. I snicker at the thought of pulling her hair, then once again a few days ago as I shoved my cock deep and hard inside her. Much better being an adult.
I have to adjust my hard cock inside my jeans. One night with Rosy is etched into my brain and diminished every other experience I had with other women. Her pussy felt like a hot, tight fist. The perfect balance of sopping wet heat clenching around me with each thrust. Her moans, the look of desire in her eyes.
Fuck.
“You two were talking about Rosette Lavern?” my father asks as he steps up from behind me.
I turn to face him. “The night before I came home, I stayed at the bed and breakfast in town. I headed next door to the bar for a beer and ran into Rosy, Daphne, and Jason.”
He stares at Jason’s taillights. “Jason was right. Rosy, and her father were burning the candle at both ends. It’s why we came to an agreement concerning the pasture. We could let our horses graze on their pasture, and in return I would make sure there was a hired help swinging by their place every day. We were going to make a new appointment to hash out the finer details and sign a contract.”
“Why would he agree to it now? After all the years of you two butting heads?” There is no accusation in my voice, if anything, I’m intrigued by the knowledge of the two of them agreeing about the Lavern pasture.
“Because this time I didn’t want to force him into selling his land to me. I offered him a trade, one we both would benefit from. My decision to retire made it easy to accept the added space for the horses we own instead of expanding and needingan extra pasture.” He gives me a sad smile. “Anne ran into them at the store a few days before he agreed to our meeting. They were discussing the workload, trying to divide it, and she said they both looked drained.”
I bob my head in understanding. “Anne suggested the trade?”
“She sure did.” He grins and then the sadness returns. “You helping out at Rosy’s ranch would be good. I’ve told her to reach out if she needed help, but she refused. I could see her anger for me in her eyes. I shouldn’t have offered. It was her father’s funeral…I should have paid my respects and visited her in private at a later point in time.”
I mentally wince at the situation he just explained.
Releasing a sigh, I tell him, “I’ll swing by and ask if she’s up to the same offer you gave her father. She might accept since we know she’s looking for a ranch hand. Or maybe I’ll just help out first and make the offer at a later point in time.”
“Good. Let me know how it goes,” he murmurs.
Giving him a nod, I let him know, “I’m gonna take the black stallion out for a ride.”
A proud smile washes over his face. “You’ll enjoy his temperament.”
“I’m sure I will,” I agree.
